St. Landry democrat., 1887-03-26

that hes in it,
''Why should |! You are such an ex
tremely clever young man that one mus'
believe you can see through the proverb
! lal stone wall y
Mr.. Boyle bestOwa glance that is not
altogether one Of affection upon his fu-
| ture wife
Then you don't deny it2' he says.
''Certainly not. 1 should welcome II.
advent of any one who would relieve me
Il mean you-of the burden of your
! that Is my-presence.
She laughs as she gives voice to this
! little npertinence--Dlade all the more
| pointed by he affectaJiou Of modesty
that rams through it. Grant flOwns
! openly Ii the day should ever come in
which he might claim this wil]ful lady as
his own-ii-tit seems very improbable
at this moment specially so) he will Ger
talnly teach her such lesson in prOpriety
as she will not he likely to forget for the
remainder Of her days
Don t trouble Yourself to try 20 be DO
lite, even III ridicule,h - he says, in a voice
that suggests good deal Of hidden wrath
beneath the forced camness of his de
meanOr. But even You and Mr.. MuSSa-
reene cannot dance together all night
without laying yourselves open to 1ln-
kindly comment. An effete civilization
has 50 ordained it, that the world has
grown to look on such vulgar exhibitions
of affection aS--indecent."
Miss Grey let's her fan drop to her side,
and brings her hands together with q
sudden sharp movement,
"Aow dare you!' she says, in a low
tone.
''Hah At last / have touched you,
my pretty cOusin" cries l.. gayIy. "A
little Of that revenge, 50 wisely called
sweet hiss fallen to my portion tonight.
Why, you look positively pale: Come,
pull yourself together; call upon that in
dOminitaDle spirit i'll which you pride
yourself, and give ne back my blowl
What-~still no wortls2 no seething sar-
gave you credit for more go than you
possess
His manner is naaddenng. Miss
Grey, rising slowly 10 her feet, with
parted lips. through which the painting
breath comes hurriedly, surveys him
with glance that would have subdued
most men. But not Granit Boyle.
He rises, TOO. and picking rp her fan
with a noncbalant grace, hands il to her
with slight bow full of mockery
''You look charming so,n he says.
with that naughty expression on your
handsome lips. Flattery is not only vul-
gar. know. but the crudcst of mistakes
nowadays; hi1t YOU will forgive me for
it, when you see how feeling has carried
me away. am devoted Gdmirer Of ar
tiStic effects. This, of yours, is perfect. !
l have always considered you pretty, my
cousin, but never really realized the fact |
that you could be beautiful until now"
''Tof run 1t very fine" says Miss Grey, |
in voice so suhdued to be almost a |
whisper. You are daring. 1t would |
hardly suit you, perhaps, to be thrown |!
over by the heiress of the season"
"The heiress of the season woI:ld not |
so serve a devoted lover" replies he, |
still with that light mockI@ laughter IN !
his sneeling lips IF she did--why-she |
might cease to DE the heireos Of the Eea
son. |
He had dealt his little blow in 81 soft |
undertone, hut it tells. It is all g, true.
Her uncle, Timothy Boyle her aunt,
Mrs Brand the two whose wills make |
her an heiress, could as easily unmake !
her, were she 10 go contrary to their |
wishes Aud they have decreed that SHE
is to marry Grant Boyle, the son of their |
dearly loved dead brother, the first hrs-
band of Lady Nalworth. y whim 9n
their parts 4 serious matter with the
girl now standing pale with passionate
anger-yith head down bent and heart
that madIy fights with cold reason Cor a
victory. To give up this man and fu
ture that will land her on the worlds
stage as one of the richest commone's in
England, or to resign this man and
cleaye to that other who can give her
only very modest income and a heart
all gold, To be, or not to be?' This
struggle is sharp, bitter, but short lived.
She has been too we'll trained to willingly
barter all for love. Cold reason wins the
day, and the heart, sobbing, rebeliious,
fades into the background.
Gas to the devoted lover part she
says at last, with Il smile as careless a
his own, II will let you off all that soIs
of thing. We shall fulfil our destiny, |
you and I've shall marry, and by such
means gain money, and we shall die in
all probability in the odor of sanctity-
but of love- / thank you, we will say
nothing
can excellent arrangement. They I
say those who love deepest say least |
about it. Shall we pose, then, as friendssa
1.-The least of all, returns she with |
an angry flash from her large eyes.
"What! neither friend nor loyers'
~ have said so'f
"Nor friend, nor lover, but only hus-
bandn' laughs he. "a very unique lit |
tie affair altogether
'tMiss Grey, at last may return to |
you," says low voice at her elbow.
With convulsiye start she turns and,
as If involpntarily, holds out her hand
to Massarene. There is something in
the fond, kind, ugly face that now at this
instant-When her soul is flied with hor-
ror Of HIM whom she has promised to
marry-~appeals to her strongly.